Here are details on my last 4 rides:
Dérive #10
Start Date/Time: 06.12.2009 / 13:09:45 EST
Duration: 1hr 20min
Distance: 11.3 km / 3.65 mi
http://gpsed.com/track/5278031126459152558
Dérive #11
Start Date/Time: 06.12.2009 / 20:15:14 GMT
Duration: 1hr 36min
Distance: 18.2 km / 5.87 mi
http://gpsed.com/track/5278031125774376422
Dérive #12
Start Date/Time: 07.12.2009 / 17:48:46 GMT
Duration: 1hr 50min
Distance: 11.4 km / 3.68 mi
http://gpsed.com/track/5278031124756691241
Dérive #13
Start Date/Time: 07.12.2009 / 20:27:48 GMT
Duration: 1hr 59min
Distance: 19.9 km / 6.42 mi
http://gpsed.com/track/5278031124874111167
When returning back from Staten Island, I met Joshua Weinstein on the Ferry. He’s a documentary film maker (Flying On One Engine), and it was great talking with him and his friend. It was the first really cold ride I have done in a while, and the tea that they offered was perfect. It was also great to talk with those guys. I was exhausted from riding all day (I actually fell off my bike twice while in Staten Island because my legs were just too tired to work up some of those hills), and our conversation woke me back up.
The people on the street were very talkative during yesterday’s rides. There were children screaming everywhere, while I was in random side street in Chinatown a family stopped me and asked which way was Central Park, another driver called me “F*%&#’ing CRAZY!”, and when I moved out of the crosswalk so an elderly man with a cane could get by, he said “Enjoy yourself. That’s what it’s all about.”
Today I ended my ride in the Bronx. I got caught up in what I would call the currents of the city. The avenues (especially in Manhattan) tend to have a sweeping affect, and on several rides in the city, I’ve gotten picked up by the tide and dragged uptown or downtown. This time, I got picked up by St. Nicholas Avenue, and then pushed right into Broadway. I rolled past the GW Bridge without noticing. As my legs got more and more tired, I decided to stop at Lloyd’s Carrot Cake, which is on Broadway right across the street from Van Cortlandt Park. Lloyd’s Carrot Cake is a religious experience, and it was exactly what I needed on the train ride back to Brooklyn.
